A man I am meant to love told me the amount of skin I show represents my right to consent. Flesh = Yes Clothes = No "Deserving" is a word he used. A grandfather told his grandchild she deserved to be abused based off the length of her skirt, but this is old news; same story. Only, I've heard it one time too many and now I'm sick of it. "Devastated" over my hypothetical ****, he'd said, as though his feelings mattered more than my right to my body. Well, **** him. I'm tired of prioritising people whose opinions are so archaic they can't see the crime in their words. And his words hurt. He defended the 'nature of men', claiming its an inbreed instinct, tried to explain the appeal of women as though I don't already know. Jokes on him.I'm ***.But I've never been under the illusion it's okay to objectify or intimidate your way into a person's life. I've never felt entitled to a person I've likedAnd there lies the generational divide Because neither has my brother. Being "unable to control certain urges" is just another lie they feed you to perpetuate a culture of ****.I'm seventeen, and yet I know the fear a predatory gaze can cause, I've been leered at to the extent I honestly thought this is it. This is the moment I've been warned about. And then I thought "It's my own fault. It's dark, it's after nine, I went out running in only a sports bra, of cause I'm going to find trouble"because I forgot that I'm not an object. I'd been fed the same message so frequently it was ingrained into my fight or flight response. Doesn't that speak for itself?I'd been conditioned to accept the blame before the finger was even pointed.So when my grandfather looked me in eye and said he thought girls where asking for it by the way they dressed, I didn't have the energy to suppress my response. I asked him if I'd been out drinking with friends wearing a sheer dress and matching bralette, and I was *****, would he consider it my fault.His answer was met with stunned laughter. Yes, he'd consider me to blame, and indicated his disappointment should weigh on my conscious.I am shamed I have the same genetics as such a man. At least I've learned to drown out his words so they can no longer effect me.

I know that girl told u her name was Jezebelbut it's really Tiamat & she's a monster; I recognize her face from [Neo-Assyrian cylinder seal impressions from the eighth century BC identified by several sources as a possible depiction of the slaying of Tiamat from the Enûma Eliš of Ancient Mesopotamian religion:Chaos Monster & Sun *** [Primordial beings ( )] Abzu & Tiamat. Lahmu & Lahamu Anshar & Kishar Mummu The Seven gods who decree the Other major deities; Minor deities, Demigods & heroes, Spirits & monsters of the [Tales of ­Ancient Near Eastern religions[Sumerian & Babylonian In the religion of ancient Babylon, Tiamat (Akkadian:AM.TUM, Greek: Θαλάττη Thaláttē) is a primordial goddess of the salt sea, mating with Abzû, the *** of fresh water, to produce the younger gods. She is the symbol of the chaos of primordial creation. She is referred to as a woman described as the glistening one. It is suggested that there are two parts to the Tiamat mythos, in the first Tiamat is a creator goddess, through a sacred marriage between salt and fresh water, peacefully creating the cosmos through successive generations; In the second Chaoskampf Tiamat is considered the monstrous embodiment of primordial chaos; Some sources identify her with images of a sea serpent or dragon [The motif of Chaoskampf (German: [ˈkaːɔsˌkampf], "struggle against chaos") is ubiquitous in global myth & legend, depicting a battle of a culture hero deity with a chaos monster, often in the shape of a serpent or dragon or beautiful woman; the same term has also been extended to parallel concepts in the Middle East and North Africa, such as the abstract conflict of ideas in the Egyptian duality of Maat and Isfet or the battle of Horus and Set

The origins of the Chaoskampf myth most likely lie in the Proto-Indo-European religion whose descendants almost all feature some variation of the story of the storm *** fighting the sea serpent; representing clash between the forces of order and chaos; Early work by German academics such as Gunkel and Bousset's comparative mythology popularized translating the mythological sea serpent as a "dragon." Indo-European examples of this mythic trope include Thor vs. Jörmungandr (Norse), Tarḫunz vs. Illuyanka (Hittite), Indra vs. Vritra (Vedic), Θraētaona vs. Aži Dahāka (Avestan);Zeus vs. Typhon (Greek) among others; Non-Indo-European examples of this trope are Yahweh vs. Leviathan (Hebrew), Susano'o vs. Yamata no Orochi (Japanese) & Mwindo vs. Kirimu (African).

In the Enûma Elish, the Babylonian epic of creation, she gives birth to the first generation of deities; her husband, Apsu, correctly assuming they are planning to **** him and usurp his throne, makes war upon them and is killed. Enraged, she, too, wars upon her husband's murderers, taking on the form of a massive sea dragon; | she is slain by Enki's son, the storm-*** Marduk, but not before she has brought forth the monsters of the Mesopotamian pantheon, including the first dragons, whose bodies she fills w/ "poison instead of blood" - Marduk then forms the heavens and the earth from her quartered body.

brought before their courtinterrogatedunfathomably skeweredan eerie salem witch trialin modern times

barbarically they shun mebanishedi wander aimlessly smelling the rotten decay of deceased community as splinters pierce my feetfrom the crooked wooden plank i walk alone now

an unfathomable inner achekindled a residue withinigniting a wildfire from the darkest shadowsuncontainably erupting i dance savagely***** in the orange moonlightand in every shaded edgelit my soul ablaze

i am a nomad sheep ‘tho not one of their colorno pasture to contain meno shepherd i can followtheological safety netsno longer there to catch mebohemian-like i plunge

The bonfire was loaded With exiting talesOur forerunners legendary Exploit's these daggers Cut deep trenches inOur mindseye we feltLike the next generation Of wrath true tales fromA culture of devil worshippers Yet the tongue's wielding The blade was non the wiserOur innate minds chewdEvery word our lives Satan'sRecycling bin two five ten Deaths and many generations After we now realised thatWe have to cut out the bladeFrom these forked tonguedFolk tales that whispers filthUnto the unsuspecting earsOf our beautiful childrenHeroism emenating fromThe subculture of criminalityAnd gangsterism must noLonger be tolerated it have savagedThe Innocence of young lives For far too long

I grew up in this filth *** forbid I should have been a corpse myselfI have lost many friends because ofThis generational sub cultural problemsProgress are slowly being madeThrough various educational programmesAnd community interventions

Wear green, anything green, green will save youFor certain - except on non-holy days maybe,For those, a ****** is the best standbyPreferably one from an old religionThus establishing your undoubted innocenceAnd no matter it hampers the shenanigans We are after all preventing lightning.

In the absence of a ******, some silk – Yellow as the Sun and carried in the pocketOut of sight as if it is a secret -Damp it through with a drop of neat Poteen,Drink some yourself to keep the airways cleanAnd never, but never, carry a stickUnless it has a rubber ferrule on the end.

Ireland has a big sky so do look up.Leather shoes are important - don’t wear synthetic -And patterned socks are best turned inside out,Though it must be said of this advisoryThe ways of lightning are its own to knowAnd no amount of shoe and sock revisingCan guarantee your safety on an Irish road.

For the rest advices, I do not hold them to be true -Tried and tested down the generationsMy ancestors, and my family too,Have always known that lightning preventionIs its own reward, and habit forming.Finally, there are leaflets available for free andAs you exit the aircraft please do feelIreland always takes your safety seriously.